This is a song about "Cat whiskers"

My other mate michael fucked a street cat

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

Predicting a storm, remember jack the cat? nah? good, me neither/

Quit trying to be somebody's boss and be a leader

Where the black girls get their weaves back

You're a pussy not a cat

Shots, they back and forth

Like a cat without claws,

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Damn she a wild cat, like a mufuckin baylor

Me? i'm wolf, you can call me tyler though

Conical bra make a cat go psycho

Its flows and leaks from this cat

When that money calls i holla back

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

Their face appears on missing cat posters